Gerard's story and Frank has a secret
"I think we should go to the park!" I squealed excitedly.
"The park it is, then."
Frank's Point Of View
As soon as we got to the park, I ran as fast as I could to the slide. When I got to the bottom, Gerard was there waiting for me.
"Having fun?" he smirked.
"Yes, I am, thank you for asking." I told him and ran to a bigger tunnel slide that was blue. Half way down, I made myself stop and sat in there.
"Frankie?" Gerard called from the bottom of the slide.
"Yes Gee?" I called back, my voice echoing a little bit.
"What are you doing?"
"In the slide?"
"Are you stuck?"
"Well, then you should come down here."
"So I can kiss you."
I couldn't help but grin. I tried to hold back a giggle as I called back "How 'bout you come up here instead?"
"Fine." he said after a moment of silence. I heard him climbing up the slide. I couldn't stop chuckling as I heard him grunt up the slide. That is, until he ended up sliding back down every time.
"Fuck Frank. This is hard." he whined. "Can't you just come down here?"
"Go to the top and slide down. Just don't crush me or make me end up sliding down because I will become very unpleasant if that becomes an issue." He quickly complied. I heard him start down the slide and stop as soon as his leg hit my side. He turned so that we were side by side in the tunneled slide. He still had his coffee in hand. No wonder it was so difficult for him to climb up.
"Soo. What is it I was going to do again?" he asked, smirking at me.
"Kiss me, fool."
"Right." He leaned in, placing his lips against mine softly. I felt him smile against my mouth. I couldn't help but wonder how someone so beautiful and loving could have been so depressed at one time.
"Gee?" I broke the kiss and put my head on his shoulder.
"Are you ever going to tell me why you used to drink so much and stuff?" He was silent. I looked up at his face and found that he was looking at me carefully. As if he were trying to find the answer to something. After a minute of silence, he sighed.
"I guess you deserve to know." he decided. "Do I have to tell you right now? Or can I take you someplace else?"
"Let's just get out of the slide first." I slid down and he came out not even two seconds after me. "Is there any place you want to go?"
"The cemetery." he decided after thinking about it.
"A cemetery?" I asked. Were we really gonna go chill at a place surrounded by dead bodies?
"Yeah. I used to go there all the time to think about things." he told me, smiling shyly as we walked to his car.
The drive to the cemetery was quiet. Neither of us seemed to have anything to say. Gerard seemed to be thinking hard about something. I began to worry that maybe I had asked to son. I didn't want him to feel pressured to tell me.
"We're here." Gerard said after twenty minutes of silent driving. I looked out my window and saw a ton of grey headstones. I remembered going to a cemetery a few times with my mom and dad to go visit my deceased grandparents. My mom would cry because she missed her parents. My dad would wrap his arms around her to comfort her. I would wander off or stand there, quietly, waiting to leave. I hardly remembered much about my grandparents because they died when I was young, but I do remember going to their house quite a bit. My grandma would let me do whatever I wanted. She always had cookies made for me or a new toy for me to have. My grandpa was a little bit more stern and quiet, but he was really sweet once you got to know him. I loved them both a lot, but when they died, I don't think I quite understood what happened, so it never really bothered me like it would have if I had been any older.
Gerard parked the car and opened the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quietly got out of the car and walked over to Gerard, who was waiting for me. I grabbed his hand and let him lead me. He stopped under a large tree near the far end of the cemetery. He sat down, leaning against the tree, and pulled me down against him.
"You're sure you want to tell me?" I asked quietly. I was afraid to talk to loud. The place was so quiet and peaceful.
"I'm sure. There's no one I'd rather tell." he told me, kissing my head. I remained silent, allowing him to start.
"I guess it started when I was dating Bert. He wasn't exactly the best influence... He drank sometimes, but not as much as he got himself high as hell. I guess maybe I wanted to keep up with him. I can't even remember exactly why I did it, but I started doing all that stuff with him; the partying, drinking, drugs. I was out with him every night. If I wasn't there one night, I was usually recovering from a horrible hangover, detoxing, or Bert and I had just gotten in a bad fight and I didn't want to see him.
"Anyways, Bert and I broke up soon after because I caught him cheating on me one night. I soon found out that he had been doing it nearly every night for weeks, if not months. While I was passed out or wasted or something, he'd be off fucking some other guy. We had a pretty nasty fight about it a few days after I found out. We were only together for about four or five months, but I loved him. So when we broke up, i got really messed up, as if I wasn't already. I started drinking more, even during the middle of the day. it didn't help that I felt extremely guilty for letting Mikey be around that kind of behavior.
"Anyhow, Mikey and Ray decided to hold an intervention, or whatever for me. They invited Bob, the guy you met at the movie store. I guess Ray had recorded a video of me a few days. They had thrown out all the alcohol in the house and showed me the video when I was somewhat sober and coherent. I couldn't even recognize myself. Mikey was using every ounce of strength he had to keep himself from losing it. I, however, lost it. I broke out crying and made my decision to quit drinking. And I haven't been drunk since then."
"Babe, I'm so proud of you." I whispered, not sure what else to say. I was shocked. And who would cheat on Gerard? He's the sweetest guy I know.
"How could you be proud?" he murmured hatefully. "I had Mikey nearly depressed because of what I was doing. Who gives a flying fuck about what happened to me when my brother's and friend's lived were practically ruined! I did terrible shit back th-"
"Gee," I cut him off. "don't talk like that. The only thing that matters now is that you're better. And Mikey and Ray seem okay. Yeah, they're worried about it happening again, but right now they're fine. The fact that you were able to stop is amazing. I can't even describe how proud I am of you."
"Do not 'but Frankie' me, Mister. I'm fucking serious. All that matters to me is that you're okay now."
"You really are amazing, you know that? Don't let anybody ever tell you otherwise."
"Well, I'm not really the kind of person to listen to the bullshit people tell me. But I still wouldn't go as far as calling me amazing."
"You are. You're perfect." I felt him kiss my hair. "Can I tell you something else?"
"Of course! You can tell me absolutely anything, Gee."
"You're the first and only person I've ever brought here."
"Really?" I was surprised. "You've never been here with Mikey, or Bert, or Ray?"
"Nope. Only you. I guess... I don't know. I guess I just haven't felt this way about anybody else. I mean, I feel like I could tell you anything. Maybe it's just because I like you so much."
"But didn't you like Bert this way too? Why didn't you bring him here?"
"I like you a lot more that I liked Bert. I mean, I obviously liked Bert. Otherwise I wouldn't have dated him, but honestly, he was a huge asshole. He was constantly flirting with other guys and making some people feel like complete shit. And I honestly felt what I feel for you for anybody else. It's like this whole new feeling."
"I know what you mean. I have feeling for you that I've never felt for anybody before. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my entire life." Gerard moved his hand and found mine. He pulled his to his mouth, kissed it, and began to play with my fingers as he said, "I honestly don't think I have either. I don't know what it is about you Frank, but I've only known you for a few days and you've already made me happier that I've ever been."
"Same with you. I have no idea how I've made it this long without knowing you."
"Me too, babe."
"Gerard, can I tell you something now?"
"Of course baby! Anything."
"Never mind. I forgot." I chickened out. I wanted so badly to tell him my secret. Here was my chance to show him how fucked I was before I met him, and I couldn't do it. He had spilled everything to me, and here I was chickening out.
"Oh. Okay then." he let it drop.
We sat at the cemetery for hours. We talked a little, but mainly we just sat them, me sitting against Gerard and Gerard leaning against the tree, in a comfortable silence. It wasn't until evening that we finally went home.
Well, there you go. I wanted to get at least one more update before school starts and I'm screwed. I hope you guys like it. It's a bit intense, sorry. But hey, you got to find out a little bit more about Gerard. What do you think Frank's secret is? I'd love it if you all reviewed and told me what you think! I'll work on updating again as soon as I can.